Steam from My Cup

This morning's solitude

The morning sunlight

stretches out,

harbinger of a new day

The steam from my cup

reaches upward,

a beacon of nebulous grey 

These quiet moments

defog my mind,

prepare me, come what may

Sunlight and steam 

evaporate with the calm;

time to make my way.

Author's Note

This morning, as I was sipping my coffee before the start of the school day, the Art teacher commented that she could see the steam from my cup shimmering in the sunlight. I told her that she should draw the image - and I'd write a poem about it.

Reviews

[Chris]

Where would we be without the "morning prep"

[Rita L. Sev]

So true. :)

[Amy Azra Dean]

Ahh what i lovely story and poem :) Im going to make a cup of tea now..an enjoyable read :)

[Rita L. Sev]

Thanks, Amy. Enjoy your tea!

[Just Kim]

This is simply wonderful

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you!

[Hand Held Writer]

Ahh, just soothing. Very nice! I like it! :-)

[Rita L. Sev]

Thanks!

[SyberRose]

Yes we love those quiet moments especially being writers...we need more than quiet moments ..we need quiet days...nice one Rita...SyberRose

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, SR! Quiet days ... ah, wouldn't that be nice? :)